Anthony Angel Novels & Stories

Danielle asked when the man was already in front of them. “ Yes. And you must be Danielle Artates a.k.a mystical nymph. Glad to have finally meet one of the famous international author.” He said with exaggeration. Anthony coughed to get their attention. Danielle suddenly realized that she hadn't introduce Anthony yet to the movie director. “ Mister Pineda, please meet my fiancé. “ She finally spoke. The movie director glanced at Anthony with curiosity. “ Please to meet you, Mister Pineda. I'm Anthony Gregor of NERO company. “

This is indeed something crazy. "Send him to the OR ASAP!" "Yes sir!" "Finish up the suture," instructed Dr Charles and walked out of the OR to get ready for his next operation. And it was from that very occasion our Angela Colton is being known as the Doctor Angel. Dr Dion Richard chuckled at the silly nickname Angela is renowned for. Although he had always been strict with her she had always excelled above expectation. A smile crept up to his face whenever he thought of her. An angel indeed.

He was silent. “Go ahead and open it; I’ll pick you up tomorrow. “Sweet dreams, princess,” he said, ending the call. I opened the folder and sat down. NAME: Zane Anthony DOB: 26 October PARENTS: DECEASED OCCUPATION: Business Consultant RESIDENCE: Chicago, Illinois I grew up on the South Side of Chicago and put myself through college with a combination of scholarships and working odd jobs. After earning my degree in business administration, I started working for a large consulting company. I’m known for my sharp mind and my no-nonsense approach to problem-solving.

Sincerly, Angel Franco

Two of the couches faced each other while the third couch was facing the desk. Five minutes later, a tall burly man in his mid fifties walked in with two young men following close behind. The tall man sat down on the couch opposite Leonardo and one of his companions sat down beside him. The tall burly man was Carlos Nicoletti and the young man beside him was his son, Adrian Nicoletti. Adrian was a tall, handsome man, he looked just like his dad except he was more brawny and his hair was completely brown while his dad's hair was mostly grey.

Chapter 2 Angelo; In my world, traitors and snitches are a deadly sin. Unforgivable except through death. I am Angelo Fabian. The number one ruthless Mafia Don in the whole fucking casino. And everyone, I mean, every single fucking individual knows not to mess with me. Standing in front of the three dimwits kneeling before me, rage surged in me as I corked the gun. "Now, are you willing to tell me why the hell none of you bastards have captured that traitor? Do I have to rip your tongue off before I get a goddamn explanation?"

“You don’t need him. Let me get my men and come with you, so we can kill all those motherfuckers!” “One more word out of you, Dan… and I swear!” Antonio Rufus threatened with gritted teeth. His son blanched and took a step back. Antonio Rufus was vibrating with contained anger. Angel watched the display wondering what had happened that got him this way. He was like a volcano only what was inside him wasn’t lava, or perhaps it was. Whatever he had planned for his friend’s men, son, and the supposed owner of this new merchandise must not be good. Especially since he was planning to involve him. Angel tensed up not liking where this was going. Was he going to use him against more innocent peopl

No one really knew who he was, they hadn’t seen his face but the word on the street was that he was sharp and tough and ready to take over being the Don when Antonio retired. “Thank you Rafael.” “May I inquire which son is Angel though?” All eyes of the children turned to their dad who smirked; after all, that was a common thought among people. “Angel, please come here.” A 5’6, brown hair, golden eye female stepped up next to the gentleman behind the desk and both father and daughter turned their attention to Rafael, sitting across the way from them. “Angel is short for Angelina,” Antonio answered the question burning in Rafael’s eyes, which he kept glancing between the two people, a situ

"Anthony Moriarty is a good man… It’s hard for me to admit it, and his methods are far from conventional, but I know he’s a good person. His wife, Angela… she lives up to her name. She’s an angel. She’s taken care of me, treated me like a brother. She’s a good woman," Lucius said sincerely.

I have international acquisitions to finalize," I snap, pulling open leather-bound folios containing numbers my scattered focus refuses to synthesize. "How a literal angel like Eleanor tolerates your shadow is beyond my comprehension," Anthony remarks, turning on his heel toward the exit.